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For an Hour in My Time

For an hour in my time, blow between the sails of my ship
Yet do not pass by my senses for too long
Look into my eyes; they are the life of my lips
Giving place to the verses
Of my song

Do not be the hunter, causing me to run to my resting place
Distant and high is the mountain I will climb
Just for an hour in my time, look into my face
Blow between my sails
Hear me chime

Perfumes of sweetest scent will flow from my sails
You will find in this hour in my time
Yet I will depart to sing, once you have exhaled
The rhythm and the meaning
Of my rhyme

For an hour in my time, blow between the sails of my ship
See the flags of my freedom lift away
Look into my eyes; watch the movement of my lips
Giving place to the music
My heart plays

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010